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Holding Hands on Roller Coasters
By semi-sami
I'd never been to the great amusement parks. Disney, Six
Flags... people walking around in character suits, kids
skipping around, ecstatic, crazy roller-coasters- I saw the
commercials, and that was about as close as I was going to
get to Mickey and the gang.
So when Anthony asked if I'd take a trip with him and his
parents to Caprice Park- trust me, you never heard of it- I
said yes before even thinking about asking permission from
mom- not that I was in the habit of asking anyway. It
wasn't Magic Kingdom, but it was something- and a good deal
better than sitting in front of the TV. Besides, Anthony's
parents were cool, which translates to they gave him lots
of cash... a luxury my mom couldn't afford.
Two days later we were on our way there. Anthony played his
Game Boy Advance most of the trip, and I occupied most of
my time by actively working to not get smothered by his
mom's luggage. In the failing effort, my head leaned
against the side window and, with nothing better to do, I
looked out to the road, the strobing yellow lines below,
the cars we raced with.
There was one car, the only car that I remember distinctly.
It was a Beetle- one of the new, flashy ones. Within its
silver exterior there were three girls- maybe 19- and they
were having what seemed to be the best time of their lives.
Singing a song I couldn't hear, bopping their heads to the
beat, their hair tossing all around- maybe that's why they
did it in the first place, the feeling of long, soft hair-
enjoying that very moment in a way I honestly couldn't
understand. The way guys never understand, because guys
don't do that kind of thing. Not together, not in public.
And for a moment, cluttered and desperately compressed,
Anthony's mom's blow dryer digging into my hip, I wished I
was free like them. They passed us, and I didn't see them
again. I would've tried to smile at one of them had one
looked over.
Caprice Park to Anthony was a joke. Caprice Park to me was
goddam amazing, and if I owned a Game Boy, I would've left
it in the car, unlike Anthony. It was becoming more and
more clear to me that my enthusiasm for being at the park
had little to do with Anthony's company. I spied my first
coaster, "Reality Shift," and flicked Ant's ear.
"Jerk, stop!"
"Ant, let's check out that ride, Reality Shift. It looks
cool!"
"It's friggin' lame, like the rest of this place." I guess
he was feeling generous that day, since he was kind enough
to glance up from the tiny screen. "Fine, give me like two
seconds to save."
I told him not to worry, that I could go alone. He didn't
protest, and I guess he felt he didn't owe me anything
since he was the reason I got to be there in the first
place. So I went, and the line was short enough.
On the short line (who ever heard of Caprice Park?) I saw a
girl. She must've been slightly younger than me- maybe 14.
She kind of looked like me, too, in the my-parents-shop-at-
Wal-Mart-too sort of way. Still, plain as she was made to
be, there was a prettiness to her that bad fashion couldn't
conceal- fair skin, a small, nose and lips that looked like
she was always ready to give someone a little kiss on the
cheek. I think there was a moment where I loved her- very
brief- and it ended when she turned and looked toward the
front of the line.
As she turned, I saw that little slice of heaven that I
always wanted to see- not as much as guys want to see, mind
you, but she was young. She was wearing a tank top, maybe a
hand-me-down, and it was a little too big on her. Just
passed her slender, soft arm, and only slightly hidden
within the top was her delicate little breast. For all I
can remember, I had an erection popping out into the guy's
back ahead of me, but I couldn't worry about that- there
was a real breast four feet away from me. The perfect
curve, the pink, puffy nipple pointing up... and thank you,
she bopped on her feet in anticipation of the ride, and it
actually bounced for me.
I found myself envying her- she was like me- little money,
a kid, probably looked over most of the time, though not by
me. But I had to endure without some promise of reward, of
beauty, a promise that she was waiting for, even if right
now held awkward times. She could be free, driving in a
Beetle, shaking her hair, her breasts, immersed in life,
and watched and appreciated. I would grow up, and watch.
I'd never felt so sad about myself before, though there was
a sneaking suspicion that this was somewhere in me, waiting
to be realized. It was... God, it was depressing to think
of living this life, watching her and girls like her emerge
from the clumsiness of adolescence as beautiful creatures,
to live wanting them, while they lived being them.
I watched her little breast until a park attendant brought
me back to reality. "Kid, you're up."
I stepped into the coaster seat, nervous for my first ride.
And that was when I noticed she was sitting next to me. We
were buckled and checked, and I sat quietly. When she
turned to smile at her mom behind her, I peaked once more,
and for the last time at her chest. They'll be bouncing
this whole ride.
It began, and I'd have to admit to wanting to scream like a
schoolgirl, but I didn't since that wouldn't have been
cool. She did, though. And it was charming. The coaster
took off, and rose up above the park, and I thought I saw
Anthony stomp his foot in frustration. Must be a tough
game.
The ride raced downward, and suddenly I found myself in a
dark tunnel, the entrance of which had the title, Reality
Shift, glowing green and yellow. We were in complete dark,
she and I- no rules, no shy faces. She was scared, and I so
wanted to be scared too. I think I did a good job. But then
it happened- she did something I never would've expected.
She found my hand in the dark and held it. Tight, for
security. It was beauty.
It was around that time, in the dark, that I began to feel
very... awkward. It was the rush of the ride, the touch of
her hand... the desire for her- I don't know. I thought I
felt the wind in my hair more. The chill of the air more.
The softness of my own legs. And bounce.
The ride pulled into the station immediately after the
tunnel, and I felt so unlike myself, so euphoric, so glazed
over that I couldn't quite react to what happened next. The
girl released my hand, and looked up at me- though not
quite as much as she should've needed to. "Thank you."
I told her she was welcome, in a sweet little voice. I
stepped out of the ride, and an employee helped me. "There
you go, miss."
I was free, and the girl walked away with her family. I was
calm, and the world was slow and lovely- they'd made
beautiful flower arrangements just behind the walkway
fence, I remember noticing. I looked down to see them, and
caught sight of my pink T-shirt- it had a teddy bear on it-
and the twin curves that slightly pushed the shirt outward.
Absently, curious, I touched one- with my wrist, as though
I really meant to itch my chin. It was pillow soft and
squished in, then returned with a minute jiggle. Was it
true?
I went to the restrooms, euphoric but still nervous enough
not to go to Anthony. I was directed from the boy's to the
girl's bathroom. "It's okay, sweetheart," said the old park
attendant. Inside, women were sitting down, little girls
waiting for mommies, and looking into mirrors.
I peeked behind a mother, and saw myself. My hair was up in
a tail, and it needed a bit of a combing after the ride.
There they were, my breasts, and my face, a girl's soft
face. I was smaller now, and... possessed a potential
prettiness that Wal-Mart clothes couldn't quite conceal. My
shorts were white, and my legs had a slight summer tan. The
shorts were tight in front, smooth against me, and it felt
fine.
I approached a stall, meaning to pull my shorts down, but
heard Anthony's mother call me as I did. "Katie?" I turned
at the voice, and maybe slightly at the name as well. I was
called 'Katie.' Was Catherine my full name? His mother came
up to me. "Were you going to use the restroom, honey?"
I was nervous again, the euphoria wearing off now. "Um, no.
I just thought I'd try."
She looked at me, then glanced at my chest. "Katie, can we
talk? Woman to woman?"
Big pause. "I'll try."
"Honey, I don't know if your mother talked to you about
this. I know things aren't easy for her right now. But...
Did you bring any brassieres on the trip?" I could tell she
was genuinely trying to be kind, but had probably been
thinking about this since we'd left the driveway. "You're
certainly ready to start wearing them, Katie. You need
to..." She kept talking for a while, and I absently looked
in the mirror, my body still facing her. I could see the
side of my breast through the short sleeve...
The ride home was quiet, and Anthony slept. Most of the
luggage was cramping on him, since his dad was worried
about me getting squished under it. It had been a long day,
and I rested my eyes, though sleep wasn't going to happen.
"Did you talk to her?" His dad asked.
"Yes. We went and picked something up. Nothing fancy."
"That's nice. Sweet girl."
"Yeah. But I'm not sure"- and she whispered this- "I'm not
sure I'm comfortable with Anthony and her spending so much
time together. They're getting older..."
I kept my eyes closed for a while longer, thinking she'd
probably look back at me to make sure I was sleeping, not
wanting to upset me. But when I opened them, I looked out
at the world- rushing forward, and the people we raced
with. A woman came up from behind in a convertible, tuning
her radio, her hair in a bandana. She was beautiful. And as
she passed us, she turned for just a moment...
And smiled.
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